(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
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Three hours later, you awoke, to find your view of the world slightly distorted. From the bottom of your peripheral vision you could see the light of day, as well as your mother's feet in stride and the cement sidewalk below. The rest of your vision was obscured by a wall of fluttery tan fabric in front of your face. After a moment of your brain catching up, you realized what was going on.
Lauren's tan was finished, and she was now awake and walking with Rio to join the other girls for lunch. She'd put her tan swimdress back on. Thankfully, the actual support fabric of the swimsuit was thong-like, and currently nestled in Lauren's crack, leaving you exposed, and just hidden under the skirt part. Unfortunately, you were obviously still stuck to your mother's cheek, and you could only hope you were fairly visible and that reforming wouldn't be hard.
You couldn't have been more wrong.
Lauren's tanning session had decimated you. Thanks to being coated in lotion just like her, you had been tanned her exact same new bronzed skintone. Combined with the constant crushing of her rolling over, and you were baked tighter into her cheek than before, more tattoo than sticker. On top of this, with most of your body smeared away, your eyes still remained your only visible tell. Yet, given how small they were, your eyes looked invisible from afar, like little moles or freckles from up close, and only like real eyes from inches away. For all intents and purposes, you were practically invisible on your mom's ass.
Rio had noticed that upon waking up Lauren. She'd been disappointed to see that you were not only stuck, but more stuck than you had been before, and that disappointment had led to Rio continue to refuse to help you out...or tell anybody about your predicament. After all, telling someone what had happened to you would simply lead to someone else freeing you, which was the exact circumstance Rio was hoping to avoid. You wouldn't learn a thing by the unaffected women in your life solving all your problems, after all.
And so, Rio walked alongside Lauren to lunch. Lauren was swinging her arms by her side, already planning out the rest of their day at The Oasis. Rio smiled, caught up in her friend's exuberance, and was actually pleased by how practical a real-world obstacle Lauren was towards Rio's strength training tests with Matt. Though not a terribly forgetful person, Lauren had the tendency to get caught up in the moment, and seemed wholly oblivious to her own son's existence here at the park, as she'd yet to mention him once.
In the distance, Rio made out the sight of Jenna, Mari, and Ashley at a table they'd reserved, waving frantically. Jogging over, Rio and your mother claimed a seat and began conversing with the girls.
From your perspective, it was hard to tell exactly what was going on while baked to your mom's butt cheek, but as her pace quickened (and her gelatinous cheek shook and jiggled emphatically, tossing you around), you wondered if maybe it was lunch time. This was confirmed by seeing the metal bench by your mother's legs, and then further confirmed as your mother began to sit.
It took you a second to realize what this would mean.
Letting out a silent cry of pain, your body was pulverized by Lauren grabbing a seat on the bench. Once more her full weight bore down on you, her quivering cheeks jostling as she steadied herself. The pressure smashed down upon you, triply so as Lauren bounced a bit to get more comfortable. Each resounding clap of her cheeks against the bench crushed your body and your spirit, the painful and humiliating slams threatening to knock you out again. As she finally settled, the sweat, heat, and stench instantly resumed, and you could only mentally groan.
Up above, the girls laughed and chatted about what they'd spent their time doing so far. Mari couldn't stop gushing about how much fun it was being at The Oasis as a patron instead of an employee, joking about how she'd forced her fellow lifeguard Selena to let her down the waterslide five times in a row. Jenna had nothing but compliments for the hot tubs, and Ashley raved about the volleyball court and the impromptu water polo game that had broken out. Likewise, Lauren talked about her tan, which earned her praise and compliments from the three younger girls.
Not a single person mentioned you at all.
Ashley had (in her typical Ashley way) forgotten you'd even been on this trip in the first place minutes after splitting up with you. Holding stronger for longer, but inevitably falling victim to her own memory issues, Mari had forgotten about you after an hour. She'd remember you later, for sure, but for now you were out of your girlfriend's head. Likewise, you were totally out of your mother's head.
Rio, of course, hadn't forgotten about you. She was simply keeping true to her promise of not helping you, and not letting anyone else help you either. If that meant going along with everyone else and pretending you'd never been along on this family outing, then so be it.
Jenna, however, was the most curious about your disappearance. The fact that everyone had forgotten about you was hilarious, and Jenna certainly wasn't going to break the spell and ruin the fun by bringing you up. But, she couldn't help but be curious about what had happened to you. Judging by Rio's seeming lack of knowledge, Jenna figured her mom was probably responsible. And she'd...what? Gone off the tan, right? Could her beloved little brother have gotten himself glued to mom somewhere? It tickled Jenna's curiosity, for sure.
Meanwhile, the food arrived, and the five women eagerly dug into their meals. The laughter and happiness continued, with Lauren grinding her butt against the bench as an excited subconscious action. She loved spending time with her family and friends, and hoped this day just kept going!
1) After lunch, the groups split up again. Lauren and Rio head off to find something else to do together.
2) After lunch, Jenna discreetly finds an excuse to peek at her mother for signs of you, and spots you with her infallible eagle eyes. Now knowing what happened to you, Jenna thinks about how to make you even more miserable.
3) *Writer's Choice*
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